I had a lot of misconceptions about Cape Town. I imagined a dusty, dry place, dotted with big game reserves and ghettoes housing poor “Blacks”. I thought the “Whites” would be the most boorish, racist, unsophisticated lugs imaginable, and that nightlife would be reduced to chugging a few brews and munching some Boerwurst sausage. I [...]
Crossing the continental ice at the end of April i 
Gibraltar has many hidden treasures to distract you. 